Topic: A beckoning

Spider Savaris

Date: 2009-08-10 01:35 EST
The sun still had another hour till it would break over the horizon. The glaring rays that would it bring would be nary enough to startle the drow. The crumpled black leather jacket over his upper form, nor the sweats thrown haphazardly over his lower scrubs, could mask the exhaustion tearing through every tendon of his form.

He had made a promise, though. To leave enough strength at the end of his duties to push the gates open, to push the door open into the hall of tomes. That at least he was able to fulfill.

Standing inside the entryway, he nearly brought himself out of habit to drop his duffel bag at his feet. But it was a library after all, such a gesture would likely have not been proper.

Saga de Deso

Date: 2009-08-10 18:31 EST
"You came."

A quiet murmur came from a darkened corner where she stood. The bone hilt of hip resting in cruel line against shelf.

The library it seemed had become near akin to a half way house or a shelter then a library any more.

With the Hunter no longer hers, the Killer gone, and the Storm off to find his past the Library of Dark Lore had become quiet.

An apparition. Near dead.

Saga had bargained with the Mistress of Sin and Twilight, her 'owner' to set the Storm free and taken his time that their Mistress had set for them to belong to her.

Fingers brushed along that iron shackle at her wrist as black diamonds touched upon him.

Another bargaining chip she would have to use, even if it meant another lifetime in bondage, bound to that dark Mistress.

Stepping away from the shelves she crossed to him. Candlelight flickering to play shadow and light dance across those blossoming bruises that decorated her throat.

A motion, a gesture. Fingers curling in offering and invitation.

"Welcome to Dark Lore Library... "

Spider Savaris

Date: 2009-08-13 10:51 EST
"Well, I said that I would come." The drow's levels of tenseness seemed to ebb at that moment. Those long, slender fingers belonging to the witch were a welcome, but on the other hand he had never set foot in any sort of library akin to this.

His natural nightvision made the library a little more receptive to his sight, or at least whatever would allow itself to be revealed at the moment. The bruises along the witch's throat were not missed on him, but he'd refrain from asking unless permitted. Now his footsteps were heard, echoing ever so slightly in the foyer.

"And... thanks for welcoming me here. Where shall we start?"

Saga de Deso

Date: 2009-08-14 22:02 EST
"We can begin where ever you wish. You can wander the shelves and see if there is anything you search for, or there are rooms that you can take up to keep yourself relaxed. To have that moment's peace."

A light smile then as she looked to him. A Seer after all could not miss much of things so unspoken.

"I know that you see the marks. You may ask of them."

A hand extended not so much in welcome then but offering. Long that she had missed the simple companionship of a soul that the Mistress of Sin and Twilight did not wish to gather. Collect.

Moving to him, dark eyes soaking in the exhausted state of the man.

Spider Savaris

Date: 2009-08-17 21:17 EST
"I suppose the rooms would be best to start. I need to drop this off anyways." Noting the duffel bag.

"And since you proposed it... why are those marks there?" He let his shoulders lower, wondering whether to keep his eyelids open or not. It had been a day unlike any other in the ER, which was saying something. The toils of the last few weeks had slowly been building, melding with one another. Tonight had been a 1-ton weight tossed on top of everything else.

A hand rose up to almost catch her as she came close, but he refrained from touching. He waited first for an answer.

Saga de Deso

Date: 2009-08-18 18:55 EST
She moved to approach the steps leading to the bedroom quarters on the level above. The library itself had a secret entrance that led into the castle Dark Lore.

"The man you saw me with... he came to know I was a Seer. He was not so... gentle with his questions and his strive for answers."

She fell silent then, lips pursed as she twisted the knob of one of the doors open.

Was she housing lost souls like a collection now? It seemed so. Unlikely she'd admit that since Thalas had got lost in his past and his attempt to alter it that she had become lonely.

Only when the door was brought open did she turn to face him, the oil slick of her eyes resting on him as the threshold was the place where bone hilt of hip would find a new cutting rest.

Spider Savaris

Date: 2009-08-24 02:38 EST
"I see.... rather brash way for him to act, if you ask me." He passed through the portal to set the bag on the bed, then turning his attention back to the witch. "Some people just don't exercise patience, maybe because they never were taught how to or just don't appreciate having to wait."

The drow came closer to her again, occupying with her the space between the two worlds. "If you're up to it, a grand tour would be lovely... I had... things occur tonight. My mind isn't going to clear itself if I huddle up in a corner."

Ebony fingertips were brought to touch the off-shade of ivory along the back of the Seer's hands.

Saga de Deso

Date: 2009-08-25 06:14 EST
"Perhaps. I cannot say what makes many do as they do. That is my sister's department."

A light smile mocked the blades of her lips.

"A tour? Very well."

The library was self explanatory in its organization. There were other places though of her home.

The touch brought oil slick eyes to his. A flash of the Clinic pierced her mind as tongue slipped out to lick at the dryness of her mouth.

Fingertips would move along his feather light, head tilting in something near avian in nature.

"What is it that you have been so burdened by?"

A hushed murmur as she led him past the books, pointing out a few things here and there while she waited for his answer.

Spider Savaris

Date: 2009-08-27 21:26 EST
"I lost someone tonight..." The drow mumbled, fingers reaching unconsciously for some of the works as they were pointed out to him.

"A patient came in, one of many that were in an orphanage fire. I'm sure you've heard of it by now... I took the most serious case of the lot and placed him upon my table. I did what I could and I did it all to the letter, but the kid's heart couldn't climb back..." A sigh escaped him, letting his hands drop down to meld with the shadows around them.

"I didn't do anything wrong... or at least I think I didn't. But when you do what you've been taught and it isn't enough, it.. it just gets to you. You know what I said that I was putting in for a vacation tonight? I was sincere about that... I need a moment of recollection."

Saga de Deso

Date: 2009-08-27 22:08 EST
"I am sorry, Spider. I know it is not easy to have lost someone. Especially when you have fought so hard to save them."

A whisper. True words never could be spoken by Saga. Oil slick eyes moved to him as thoughts moved to those of her own lost. Lost even when she tried to save him.

Sighing she pulled him from the sweet whisper of the darkness, it's beckon that she knew meant the shadows would watch to take him for the collection.

Saga's lips pursed as she looked to those shadows, the pallor death hue of fingers ensnaring his own. Claiming and comforting.

"Let me show you the Garden. I go there when I wish for reflection, peace of mind."

She had mulled over his words about the nature of failure. She waited until they were in the garden to face him the. His face was taken in the hands of the Seer, dark fathoms of her eyes resting on his own.

"You did not fail. Some things happen... no matter how much we wish they did not."

A bittersweet smile, her lips brushed his lightly to seal that pain with tenderness that she rare would offer.

A side of her not often revealed.

"Stay as long as you need, Spider. We both I fear need our moment of recollection to pass."

Spider Savaris

Date: 2009-08-30 17:31 EST
"Saga...." The drow let the witch's name ring out for the first time that evening, but said little else. Body language could adequately convey in the place of spoken words. He mimicked her gesture of the lips, wondering why it was that she had taken a semblance of comfort in him.

"Dare I ask... what is it that troubles you?" A hand raised to one of those pale cheeks, brushing the back of his fingers upwards, minding those old slicks.

Saga de Deso

Date: 2009-08-30 19:28 EST
Her name on his lips had those oil slick eyes quivering with color. Prowled through with sapphire and amethyst before her head turned, lips brushing across his fingertips.

"Perhaps... I have lost someone too."

Hushed, bittersweet.

Chosen to release him from the claim of the Mistress of Sin and Twilight. In exchange her servitude to Seirian had doubled. All to save the Storm.

Love something let it go. That was the statement.

Head bowed.

"This place becomes big and quiet when it is empty... when I am alone. It gives me time to think."

The most disturbing thing of all. Recollection. Ever part of her spirit and perhaps her heart had been endeared towards the drow. Still unspoken.

Spider Savaris

Date: 2009-10-15 12:25 EST
"That can be hard to live with...." The drow nodded, taking in a deep sniff of the air around them. "I won't press into it, but there's still the here and now. You're still in this realm, that must mean something."

He wondered of what kind of relationship the witch had had before. It was a realm where his nose didn't belong. He remained silent on the matter.

"Tell me this, though... did you come to occupy this library, or was it created by your own hand?"

Saga de Deso

Date: 2009-10-15 13:21 EST
Those endless pools of darkness, the wild oil slick depths with their prowling colors of sapphire and amethyst watched him for a lingering moment.

A Haunted smile as she looked around the library. The haunting touched even her eyes, made those eyes as drowning as the river Styx.

"Neither. I was placed here by the owner of Dark Lore Castle. Seirian Caradoc. She selected me to be the one to look after the library and its contents till the end of time. I belong here now. I have no choice."

She was free to leave to come and go as she pleased but she had signed her life over to Seirian to give Thalas his freedom. He in turn had run with his freedom and the lack of his companionship provided her with a hollow sort of solace.

Spider had helped fill that void, as had the Wolf but some voids were never meant to be filled completely. Thus the hardship of a young maiden's affections.

Saga had to recall that she was no longer that maiden. She crossed to the drow then, fingers claiming his face in her hands. So pale a contrast in comparison to his dark flesh.

"Say you will stay... at least for some time. Stay with me."

A whisper, the words spoken barely a breath away from his own lips. She would not beg, she would not plead but the need for companionship and his comfort was spoken tenfold in that kiss.

Spider Savaris

Date: 2009-10-22 23:27 EST
There were many things that could be conveyed through touch. Sometimes those things were better spoken through that sense rather than through words. Some other things weren't meant for words.

"What is it about me, Saga?" The question was out of the blue, but spoken purely through curiosity. "Was it because I gave you a chance? That I was... brave enough to engage with you?"

So many questions, yet he dared not to speak them. Yet, his curiosity awaited. His life had not left room for romance or compassion until recently. It was still something he was being accustomed to.

Saga de Deso

Date: 2009-10-23 17:27 EST
Moments. Peaceful offerings, the quiet times endured with affection and quiet compassion. Soul drawn companionship. It was ever a curious thing.

She stepped back as the kiss was broken, a thoughtful smile as she considered his question.

"I do not know. Perhaps it was that you did not fear me. Perhaps it was because of the way you looked at me when I first came within the Inn and you were there. In other ways though, I was drawn to you."

A smile curled to her lips, hardly as savage as it would be offered to the world. Elusive perhaps but genuine.

"What was it of me that had you approach me on that night, Spider?"

Spider Savaris

Date: 2009-11-05 21:39 EST
The drow paused in thought, for a moment oblivious to the witch in front of him and to all which surrounded them. Had he been drawn to the mystery surrounding her? Was it how she seemed to not desire anything from those around her, yet he approached her only because he could? Maybe it was him satisfying his own curiosity, wondering what sort of danger lied behind the witch's eyes?

"I'd... like to think it was because I had a sense that you embodied the unknown. No one could really decipher you by sight alone, yet they probably come to their own conclusions about you without saying a word. I imagine that is how others have treated me, even if they were strangers who I never recognized."

Reds reengaged with her oil slicks. "Am I doing the right thing in trying to understand you, to piece you together? Or is that something you care to elude?"

Saga de Deso

Date: 2009-11-07 07:16 EST
She listened to his explanation quietly. Something near resigned in her spirit as nails dragged along the porcelain canvas of her flesh.It was a thought drawn gesture, one she often would occupy herself with as her thoughts wandered.

His explanation of the how and why he approached her left her to stillness, oil slick eyes searching the red of his own as she licked her lips in that tentative gesture of surprise and wonder.

A soft sigh exhaled, Spider was as much a strange enigma to her as she was to him. Certainly she had seen many of his race and had known them, yet he seemed different to her. Something more there that she wondered on.

Hand lifted and fingers smoothed against the darkness of his flesh. Such a rich contrast to her own flesh.

"You are the only one in so long, centuries even, that has had a want or desire to understand me and learn of me. It is not wrong... do you feel it is? Being here with me?"

A stroke of fingertips in a butterfly caress against his flesh.

"Do you find it wrong to come to me, to be with me?"